Changjin Lake: From Xinxingli to Seoul

Chapter 208 Park Jung-hee provides support, liberating Yeoju!

Under the moonlight, the elite soldiers of the Seventh Steel Regiment, with all their might, followed Wu Wanli's footsteps and continued their march, carrying heavy loads.

The icy wind raged through the mountains, and the heavy breathing and the footsteps of the soldiers mingled together, rapid and imposing.

"thump--"

Liu Hanqing was exhausted and accidentally fell to the ground. He struggled to get up halfway, but then felt a wave of dizziness from lack of oxygen.

He worked as a translator and secretary for a while, but his physical condition couldn't compare to that of seasoned veterans.

If it weren't for the system's reward of stamina and mountain road speed, he would have collapsed by the roadside long ago.

"go!"

Wu Wanli didn't have time to waste any more words. He simply carried Liu Hanqing on his back and continued running forward.

"Wanli, I've been a burden to you..."

Exhausted, Liu Hanqing looked at Wu Wanli, who had unhesitatingly carried him on his back, and said with a touch of emotion.

"Shut up!"

"War is not a theatrical performance!"

"Too many sentimental words... and you'll die!"

Wu Wanli, carrying Liu Hanqing on his back, said without any politeness.

Only then did he realize how ridiculous those anti-Japanese war dramas that focused on romance were!

His nasal cavity and throat were filled with a dry, bloody smell, and his lungs were like an old tractor, desperately inhaling and exhaling oxygen.

If he were to deliver a bunch of lines at this point, he'd either be exhausted or faint from lack of oxygen.

"Yes!"

Upon hearing this, Liu Hanqing immediately buried his gratitude in his heart and loudly agreed.

"If you have the strength, carry your comrade on your back and run!"

"Never abandon!"

Wu Wanli gave a brief shout to the soldiers.

"do not give up!!!"

The soldiers of the Seventh Steel Regiment felt their adrenaline surge and responded loudly.

With so many comrades around, they could run as fast as they could without any worries.

No one will abandon their comrades, and there's no need to worry about being abandoned.

……

Twenty kilometers from Lizhou
Several US reconnaissance planes appeared above the 7th Steel Regiment, but they did not discover the soldiers hiding in the mountains below.

Wu Wanli and the others dared not stop. If they stopped and lay down now, a third of them might not be able to get up.

“Buzz buzz buzz buzz…”

With the permanent super-godlike luck bonus, the US reconnaissance plane flew directly over the Steel Seventh Regiment and headed away into the distance.

Ten kilometers from Lizhou

Wu Wanli could already sense that the speed of the soldiers of the Seventh Steel Regiment behind him had slowed down.

Clearly, everyone was nearing their limit and was only hanging on by sheer willpower.

Five kilometers from Lizhou

At this moment, Wu Wanli could already see the first rays of dawn appearing on the horizon.

Like pale gold seeping into the water, it gradually erodes the indigo night.

Wu Wanli and the soldiers of the Seventh Steel Regiment had no interest in appreciating the beautiful scenery. Their feet, worn raw from the forced march, ached as if bleeding, and their lungs burned with pain.

"A few hundred South Korean soldiers in Yeoju are nothing, especially since we have an inside man!"

"Prepare for battle, accelerate and charge forward!"

Wu Wanli gripped the gun on his back and charged towards Lizhou City in a final sprint.

Upon hearing this, the soldiers of the 7th Steel Regiment gritted their teeth, too exhausted to even shout, and simply drew their guns, desperately trying to catch up.

In the distance, the outline of Lizhou was already faintly visible under the red glow of the rising sun.

On the city tower of Lizhou

"The paratroopers will arrive in ten minutes. Victory will belong to..."

"and many more!"

"Damn it, the Chinese army is coming!!!"

"Quickly, get the fighter jets off the airport to bomb!"

Commander Kim Ik-yeol of the ROK 8th Division checked through his binoculars several times, then his eyes widened in shock as he exclaimed.

"It's too late. Judging by the time, the airport has already been occupied by my men."

Park Jung-hee smiled and, as he spoke, pressed the pistol against the head of the Eighth Division Commander.

"How can it be?!"

"Damn it! You and your remaining troops were being hunted down by the guerrillas who had wiped out the entire army. I was the one who saved you!"

"Didn't you say you'd recognize me as your godfather to repay the debt of saving your life?"

Major General Kim Ik-yeol felt the coldness on his forehead and said in disbelief.

Since the two waves of reinforcements he sent were annihilated one after another, Division Commander Kim Ik-yeol has been deeply anxious about the weak defenses of Yeoju City.

At this moment, Park Jung-hee, leading three or four hundred remnant soldiers, was being chased and attacked by the heavily armed Quan Douguang army.

He had his doubts, but when he discovered that nearly half of Park Jung-hee's remaining troops had been wiped out with real gunfire, he finally believed it.

He then ordered the air force stationed in Lizhou to provide assistance, and they were rescued.

To everyone's surprise, Park Jung-hee immediately said, "If Kaka doesn't abandon me, I'm willing to become his godfather!"

Not only that, he also ordered all weapons to be surrendered, leaving none behind.

He thought he had found a loyal and valiant general and army, and since Lizhou was short of troops, he agreed, and he still hasn't...

"I heard from my superiors that Commander Wu Kaka once said something very insightful."

"A true man lives between heaven and earth; how can he remain subservient to others for long?!"

"I, Park Jung-hee, will follow Commander-in-Chief Wu and Jeon Kaka to achieve great things and bring a good life to the people of the peninsula!"

"How could I possibly follow someone like you and become America's dog?"

Park Jung-hee said angrily.

"You...you are ungrateful!"

"It's over, everything's over. Just ten minutes more..."

"Xiba!"

Major General Jin Yilie watched with resentment as the Seventh Steel Regiment drew ever closer in the distance.

Meanwhile, none of the South Korean soldiers on the city wall dared to fire a shot at Kim Ik-yeol, who was under their control.

"Go open the door, smida!"

Park Jung-hee addressed the dozen or so veteran insurgents who had just approached.

"Yes!"

The veterans quickly agreed and ran downhill.

“Buzz buzz buzz buzz…”

In an instant, the roar of fighter jets echoed across the sky.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

"My adopted son, the American troops are here!"

"Let me go, and I'll pretend this never happened. You'll hold the position with me, and I'll guarantee you'll at least become a main force battalion commander!"

Upon hearing the voice, a glimmer of hope flashed in Kim Ik-yeol's eyes, but he showed no arrogance. Instead, he spoke softly and offered his advice.

Those who can reach this position are not some mentally challenged villains, but rather those who are very good at assessing situations.

"Look carefully, which direction are those fighter jets coming from?"

“Commander Wu has never been defeated, how could he not have a backup plan?” Park Jung-hee sneered.

"This is... coming from the direction of Yangping Airport!"

"Chinese Air Force!"

Kim Ik-yeol quickly noticed something amiss, and his last shred of hope vanished.

……

Soon, the city gates were opened wide.
"Welcome, Commander-in-Chief Wu!"

"Welcome to the Iron Army of the Anti-American Army!"

Park Jung-hee, with his men, shouted as he pressed down on the prisoners.

"Welcome, Commander-in-Chief Wu!"

"Welcome to the Iron Army of the Anti-American Army!"

The remaining soldiers of the New Eighth Army shouted in unison.

"Water, medicine, food, rest."

Wu Wanli gently put Liu Hanqing down and pointed to the exhausted soldiers behind him.

"Report to Wu Kaka, everything is ready!"

"loyalty!"

Park Jung-hee quickly saluted.

"You did a great job, and your Chinese is very good too. What's your name?"

Upon hearing this, Wu Wanli felt a surge of goodwill and asked.

Park Jung-hee!

Park Jung-hee straightened his back and shouted loudly.

"Park Jung-hee?!"

Upon hearing this, Wu Wanli was startled and looked at the person in front of him with some astonishment.

This reminded him of South Korea's first military-led president, the architect of the Miracle on the Han River.

"Go do your job, and I'll recommend that Quan Douguang promote you."

"Comrades of the Seventh Steel Regiment, those who can still fire, follow me to the city wall!"

After giving his instructions, Wu Wanli picked up his gun and charged toward the city wall.

Although the air force has also arrived, we still need to be prepared for defense in order to prevent the US military from forcibly airdropping troops.

……

In the air
Inside the No. 1 fighter jet for aiding Korea
"Comrade, they actually managed to launch a lightning attack on Lizhou in just over ten hours, covering more than a hundred miles of mountainous terrain at night?!"

Peter's pupils contracted slightly, and he exclaimed in shock.

Inside the Wanli-1 fighter jet
"Yes, it's one mile more than the raid on San Suo Li back then..."

"With this nail driven in here, the US military must be having a hard time sleeping, and their offensive will likely be weakened due to concerns about their rear!"

Wang Wei was also filled with admiration and said.

"They are too powerful! This is no less than the fighting spirit of our Battle of Stadagrad!"

"After we land, I must go and meet this commander in person!"

Peter listened with a hint of anticipation.

"Don't rush, it's not time for us to land yet."

"Commander Wu said that the US military may still have airborne troops, and we should prepare to fight!"

Wang Wei said.

"Airborne troops?"

"He's so certain, could it really be..."

Peter stopped talking mid-sentence.

Because in the distance, countless American warplanes were flying towards Yeoju like locusts.

Inside the Wanli-1 fighter jet
"Don't panic, most of them are transport planes, and we don't even have as many escorting fighter jets as they do!"

"Attention everyone, the group being protected in the middle should be the US military transport plane group."

"At an altitude of approximately 3000 meters, escort fighters are spread out on both sides!"

"The first formation will follow me to climb and gain altitude, while the second formation will follow Peter and maintain low-altitude maneuvering."

"Once we've engaged the escort aircraft, you immediately switch in and attack the transport planes!"

Wang Wei immediately shouted into the radio.

Peter pulled the control stick, and the Soviet-made MiG fighter roared into the air as it dove down.

Soon, the Chinese Air Force pilots pulled their control sticks and rushed towards the US Air Force.

However, these US warplanes did not seem to panic. Instead, they continued to attack them, entangled Wang Wei and his group for a time.

Meanwhile, the protected fighter jets took the opportunity to dive and rush towards the city wall of Lizhou.

Suddenly, the doors of the US transport planes opened one after another, and a dense swarm of black dots poured out like a bee—not paratroopers, but GB glide bombs!

on the city wall

"Anti-aircraft guns ready! Everyone spread out!"

Upon seeing this, Wu Wanli immediately roared in anger.

"Those damn American devils, they're playing dirty tricks on me!"

"die!"

Yu Congrong, holding the anti-aircraft gun that had already been set up, began firing wildly into the sky.

"Thump thump thump thump thump thump thump..."

Undeterred by death, Yu Congrong and the soldiers at the air defense position operated the large-caliber anti-aircraft guns, strafing the sky.

The US warplanes realized the threat and quickly pulled up after dropping their bombs.

"call out--"

"Boom! Boom! Boom..."

At this moment, the first wave of bombs struck the walls of Lizhou, sending debris flying amidst the flames.

"boom--"

Pinghe was almost overturned by the blast wave, but he clung tightly to the radio and rolled around to dissipate the force.

"Wanli! The first batch of American transport planes were actually bombers! It seems the city's machine guns aren't enough!"

Liu Hanqing looked at the group of fighter jets in the sky and shouted loudly.

"Does the US military think this is all we have?"

"These are all anti-aircraft guns captured from within Lizhou City. The rest we received were just after we entered the city!"

"These air forces are all fine. Our air force is also present, so we are not passively being bombed."

"Tell the comrades, the American devils' real airborne troops are about to give birth!"

Wu Wanli wiped the blood from his face, looked towards the distant city wall, and gave the order.

"Yes!"

Upon hearing this, Liu Hanqing immediately ordered his soldiers to prepare to intercept the attacking troops.

…………

"Peter, forget about the transport planes!"

"They're using bombs to clear a path; the real airborne troops are definitely in the second wave!"

In the air, Wang Wei locked onto a US F-86, and after tearing the enemy aircraft's wing with his machine gun fire, he spoke.

Sure enough, another roar came from the clouds.

Countless C-119 transport planes appeared in the higher airspace, their doors wide open, and white parachutes instantly filled the sky.

(End of this chapter)